Chapter 9
STONE
Ilove the way Remy's face lights up as we pass through the gate of Bone River Ranch. How long would it take for her to think of this as home, I wonder?
It would be great for both of us if I could persuade her to move here. But I need to take my time and let it roll around in her mind for a while before I even suggest it. Better yet, maybe I could help her come to that conclusion herself.
I park at the back of the stable and walk Unicorn into one of the larger stalls, directly across the aisle from Prince. They study each other carefully, then Prince gives a soft neigh of welcome. Unicorn makes the same sound in response.
"Does that mean they’re friends now?" Remy whispers.
"I would guess so. They're both lonely, around the same age, and in a new environment at the same time. That kind of creates a bond. I have a good feeling about these two."
I adjust the feeder in Unicorn’s stall and make sure it's filled. Then I look around the stable, where I've been neglecting my chores for the past few days.
"I've got about an hour’s worth of work to do out here." I pull Remy against me, kissing a line from her ear to her collarbone. "Shall I drive you back to the house? Or would you like to drive yourself?”
She laughs. "I've never driven a truck, never mind one that big, so I'm happy to walk." She hesitates. "But…if you don't mind—"
“Shit, I should have given you the spare keys ages ago. Sorry.” I pull the house key off my clip.
"Here you go." I drop it into her hand, then kiss her lightly.
"I know you're going to go straight to work, and that's fine.
But could you please take that bowl of raspberries on the counter with you? They need to be eaten today."
"Such terrible punishment for working," she giggles.
She stretches up to kiss me, the light peck turning into a slow, sultry kiss.
Instantly my hands scoop under to lift her, pinning her against the wall.
Having Remy in my arms, her sexy body trapped between me and the wooden planks, triggers a primitive urge that sends a huge wave of lust pulsing straight through my hips, my thighs and my cock as it instantly thickens in my jeans.
"Feel what you do to me, pretty girl." My voice is a growl. "My entire body needs to fuck you. Needs to hear every sound you're going to make when your pussy is wrapped around my cock." What the hell is coming over me? I never talk like this.
She gasps, her eyes wide as I kiss along her throat. Then she squirms against me. For a heart-stopping second I think I've gone too far and she's trying to escape. Then I realize she's actually moving with me, moaning as I practically drive her into the wall.
"Tell me to stop, baby."
Her head shakes as I pull down the front of her shirt, yanking down her bra to pull a nipple into my mouth. She quivers in my arms. "Just one more minute," she breathes.
"Anything you want, beautiful. Just think about how tight you're gonna wrap your legs around me when I plunge all the way inside you. Think about how wet your soft pussy is going to be. Think about how someday, when you're ready, you're going to beg me to thrust so deep we forget our own names.”
Remy cries out a moan as I release her breast to kiss her petal-soft lips again. Soon we’re both panting, squirming against each other. It feels like my cock is going to snap off or explode. I've never been as hard as I get for her. Never felt so aroused. It's almost too much to control.
“I’ve needed you from the first second I saw you, beautiful. But I’ll wait until you tell me you want me, too.”
“I do.” The two words are a breathy whisper.
Setting her down carefully, I tip her chin up with my finger. “You’re saying need me like I need you?”
Remy nods. I kiss the top of her hair. “I’m going to be responsible here and give you a few hours to think about that.”
Her grin is adorable. “I hope you don’t think I’ll change my mind. I’m pretty stubborn. Once I make a decision, I stick with it.”
“Good.”
She laughs, then waves goodbye to the horses before leaving and walking up the road.
I get right to work, forcing myself to focus so my erection settles down. I lose myself in work for about an hour and a half, then scrub my hands, lock up, and head back to the house.
The building is silent as I creep up to the guest room. The door is open a few inches, and there's a soft click-clack of her fingers on the keyboard.
Honestly, I didn’t think I’d be comfortable with someone else living here, but with Remy, everything feels right. I let her work for another ten minutes while I take a quick shower, then tap on her open door.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, baby. I’ll make us dinner. Can you come down in fifteen minutes?”
Remy spins to grin at me. “Sure.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m plating us some pasta as she comes rushing down the stairs. “I’m so sorry! I was so close to finishing a section that I couldn’t stop.”
“Sit that cute butt down in your chair and tell me all about it.” I set a water glass and plate at the spot where she sat yesterday.
“My chair?”
“Like…your spot.” I shrug. “I mean, sit wherever you like, but that’s the best spot.”
She shakes her head and smiles, then we sit down and begin to eat. She asks me a few questions about caring for horses, and I'm delighted at how interested she is. By the time we’re tidying up the kitchen, I've even confessed how many horses I've technically stolen over the years.
"I still haven’t even seen that abandoned llama," she laughs.
"He's on the stable on the other side of the property with the goats. That one's closer to Hunter's house. He cares for the cattle and keeps them moving around from field to field so they eat well. He also deals with the goats too."
"It sounds like there's a lot to see on this ranch."
"There is. Don't worry. We'll get to it all."
It's growing dark as we go into the living room and I snap on a small reading lamp.
"I'm surprised you're not dragging me outside for more fresh air," Remy giggles.
"Hey, I like the indoors sometimes." I sprawl on the couch with my arm extended across the back and waggle my eyebrows suggestively.
She curls up, tucking right into my side. “Were you thinking of watching a movie?" Her hand waves toward the enormous TV screen across from us.
I lean over to grab the remote from the coffee table and set it to a fireplace video with crackling embers and a soft track of smooth jazz. "How about sitting in front of a nice fire?”
Remy laughs as I pull her into my lap. Damn, she feels so perfect.
"I play thunderstorm videos sometimes when I know it's raining outside but can't really hear it clearly through the basement window. Or tropical sunsets on a beach when I’m working at two in the morning and need a bit of extra light. "
My hand strokes her hip and outer thigh, while the other palm presses between her shoulder blades. "I didn't realize I needed some light in my life. Then you just appeared."
"While breaking into a house." Her eyebrow lifts. "Thanks for not freaking out about that, by the way."
"Did you talk to your aunt? Is everything all right between the two of you?"
"I told her I'm safe." She bites her bottom lip. "I hardly know her, so I don't feel right telling her the details of what's going on."
"You mean spending all this time with some random rancher you picked up?"
Her fingers walk across my chest. "Hey, buddy. You picked me up."
"I disagree. I simply came over and questioned you. You're the one who jumped into my truck and demanded that I make you dinner."
"Such a liar!” Her head falls back as she laughs. “Plus, you're the one with the pickup truck. For the picking up."
"I guess you have a point."
I stare into her beautiful blue eyes, completely lost in this beautiful girl.
My lips nuzzle against her throat again, breathing her in, noticing my rosemary pine soap smells different on her skin.
Is it wrong for me to be aroused by providing for her?
It makes every single part of me tingle – not to mention my pulse surge between my legs.
"You’re so sexy." I kiss along her neck, sucking gently at her skin.
Remy twitches, gripping my shoulders in a way that says she definitely wants more.
My hands slide under and up her shirt to unfasten her bra and pull it loose at the front. She whimpers when I cup her breast, massaging gently as I bring her forehead to mine. "So soft," I moan. "So beautiful and sweet." My thumb flicks her puckered nipple. "And so sexy, baby."
She's clutching at me desperately, her thighs tightening. Watching her body react to my touch is making me dangerously hard again. "You said you've never been tucked in before… Is there anything else you’ve never done?"
Her forehead tucks into my shoulder. "I've never done anything before. I went on the pill last year, just in case, but I've never…you know."
Thank fuck. I don't have any condoms, and there's no way we can wait much longer.
Leaning Remy back against the couch, I shove her shirt and bra up while flipping her around so she's lying on the couch and I'm kneeling before her. "Tell me to stop," I murmur before pulling one delicious nipple into my mouth.
She’s so responsive, her breath hitching and hips shifting as I flutter my tongue across her sensitive skin. "Don't stop," she breathes.
I stare in disbelief. "Your tits are fucking perfect." There's that growl again. I devour her soft breasts, licking and sucking her peaked nipples until she's trembling.
My hand slides down her flat belly to settle lower, two fingers sliding into the waistband of her jeans. “Tell me to stop."
Her eyes blaze. "Never."
Her eyes sparkle as I pop open the button and lower the zipper. She's as excited as I am. Leaning in, I nibble a circle around her bellybutton while pulling off her jeans and panties.
"Holy fuck," I gasp. My hand runs along her inner thigh, my finger trailing along the inner crease of her leg. Her pussy is peachy pink perfection.
I spread her legs wider, needing to dive in and taste her. My mouth is watering just wondering what flavor will spread across my tongue. But instead my lips swoop directly to hers, kissing Remy deeply while stroking my palm up and down her inner thigh.
"Baby," I murmur against her lips, “I'm going to lick your clit. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers. You're going to grab my hair and pull me closer when you want it harder, push me away when you don't. Got it?"
Her eyes are glowing as if the fire was real. "Okay."
Kissing her again, I taste her tongue as my fingers delicately explore her folds.
I need her mouth against mine the first time I touch her clit.
There – a small gasp as the blunt end of my middle finger nudges against her button.
I circle slowly, brushing up and down, left and right.
I press harder, lighter, exploring gently.
She gasps the loudest when I brush up and down with a firm touch.
Noted.
I nibble at her bottom lip before getting into position, nudging her legs apart with my shoulders as I stare into the feminine perfection of her pussy. My fingertips trace along her outer lips, then in, as I watch my finger tease her wet slit.
I never thought I cared about being someone’s first. Now I'm completely transfixed by the way her stomach flutters, fingers clenching as I nudge inside. I’m the first man to see Remy like this – breathless, vulnerable, trusting. The first man to help her explore these sensual feelings.
The first man to fuck her.
I swear, I've never been this hard or aroused before, or so utterly transfixed by a woman – especially when I see how wet she is for me.
Although I only go in to the second knuckle, my finger is slick and glossy from her arousal when I pull it out.
A deep shudder runs through me, then I lick a stripe upward across her tender pink nub.
Remy squeals, then moans as I sink my finger inside her again. Her hands grip the sides of my head, her fingernails skating across my scalp as she pulls me close. Every noise she makes, every gasp, fills my ears with perfect joy.
Mine. The word sizzles through my mind as I lick firmly, determined to satisfy my woman completely.
As I feel her pussy tighten around my finger and hear her breath beginning to rasp, I realize I want to give Remy more than just sexual satisfaction.
I want her to see another angle of what life could be like here when she moves in with me.
When she chooses to stay with me, and fully realizes that we are one hundred percent meant to be
"Oh!” she gasps, her grip on my head tightening. So that's what she needs: for the pressure to build gradually.
Noted again.
I groan with her, inhaling her sweetness, treasuring every second that her skin quivers under me and she gives into this incredible lust between us. "You're delicious, baby. Let me feel you."
I dig back in immediately, finding just the right rhythm as she nods, grabbing at my hair desperately, grinding my face into her soft pussy.
My palm is against my chin as I keep thrusting my finger inside her twitching, clutching channel.
Then I add a second one, stretching her slightly and making her cry out, "Yes! "
I honestly don't know if I'll be able to fit my cock in here. The thought makes my shoulders tremble, but I try to blank my mind, focusing only on Remy.
Every moan and involuntary movement gives me another shot of pride.
I'm already completely addicted to this woman.
What's it going to be like six months from now?
I'll be throwing her onto the kitchen island and eating this pussy every time she comes downstairs to make coffee.
I'm going to be fingering her in the shower and pinning her against the wall of the stable every chance I get.
My cock certainly agrees with this plan, jumping hungrily in my jeans, begging for relief. Release. Anything.
I keep trying to ignore it as my free hand reaches up to pinch Remy's nipples gently, back and forth. Her belly hollows out, hips stopping for a moment and freezing in place. Then her pussy clamps down on my fingers hard as she comes with a wail, her thighs shuddering around me.
Holy ever-loving fuck, she's beautiful. Cheeks flushed, eyes wild. Hair messed up, t-shirt and bra still bunched awkwardly up around her shoulders. As she slowly comes down, I lap up her juices, savoring every drop as I drag my tongue around her clit, her opening, every inch of her softness.
This is my first taste of my future wife, and the life we're going to have together.
I help her sit up, then pull her back onto my lap. Her smile is slow, and her breathing is off-kilter. "That was…" She blinks up at me. "Wild. Thank you."
"No, thank you, beautiful." I lick my lips salaciously, waggling my eyebrows. "Best meal I've ever had in my life."
Her laugh rings out around us, then I scoop her into my arms and stand. "Your bedroom or mine, sexy?"
She stares at me for a moment, then nods. "Yours. But this time, you’re going to be the one getting tucked in."